The varied peoples of Middle-earth at times found unity in their pursuits, and all too often experienced deep rifts. Engage in lively conversations as we banter about the differences between the Alliances, and recruit for our People as well. Remember, keep it friendly.

Morwenna, one thing you might think about is adopting an older cat. Also, does Mackie seem lonely? If he seems content, I wouldn't change the status quo unless a cat finds you.

Licorice is the first cat I've ever had who wants to sleep under covers sometimes, with me, and will pay with the toilet paper roll. I think I actually finally got a normal cat...except he doesn't meow much, he still squeaks and trills.

<------ The TVM is going on vacation!

Cats were once worshiped in Egypt. They have never forgotten this.

"They ask me what I'd like written about me when I'm gone. I hope they write I made Penn State a better place, not just that I was a good football coach." -- Joe Paterno

We had Spring like weather over the weekend.Prior to that nothing but gray and rain.During the gray and rain, by girls "hibernated".But when the sun came out, They spent all the day in the garage looking out the window.Pawsha kept looking for "her" tent.

I just wanted to stop in and tell you all something that happened to an online blog person I follow...

If you've read Epbot you've read about the writer's cats, Lily and Tonks.

Yesterday she blogged about Tonks...Tonks developed a fast-moving cancer and they had to say goodbye about a month ago. Then Lily stopped eating, nearly died and they spent Easter in the vet's office with her. She pulled through and was doing really well...until today, when she also passed to the Rainbow Bridge.

Needless to say, Jen and John are devastated. They cannot have children, so Lily and Tonks were their kids. And Lily was Jen's special friend, helping her deal with some pretty serious anxiety and agoraphobia.

So if y'all can say a prayer, send good thoughts and, if you have a funny/cute to share to make them smile, head over to Epbot.com or the Facebook page, I know they'd appreciate it.

And give your furbabies a hug.

<------ The TVM is going on vacation!

Cats were once worshiped in Egypt. They have never forgotten this.

"They ask me what I'd like written about me when I'm gone. I hope they write I made Penn State a better place, not just that I was a good football coach." -- Joe Paterno

Here's a copy of what I wrote on Facebook, but I'm also going to elaborate a bit so it's a little more detailed:

On my way to Clearfield this evening and, as I was passing a house where there are several cats that run loose, I looked into her yard and saw one of them hunched by her car...and something looked wrong. I stopped and backed up to take another look...the poor thing had a can caught on her head. Well, I just couldn't let that be. I put on the four-ways and went over to her and tried to pull the can off. No dice. I picked her up and she tried to fight me, but she was tired and terrified. I tried to wiggle the cant off again, still wouldn't come off...it was stuck with the sharp edge digging into her ears and throat. I took her to the house, but the owner didn't have anything I could use on it...I think she probably didn't have any idea where the scissors or pliers were, or didn't quite understand what I was asking for...and added that she was surprised I could hold the cat "because they're all wild." Still cradling her in my arms I went to my car...I knew I had something in there that would work, I just didn't know what. I found that I still had my jewelry tools that I use for Metal Earth models. No snipping tool, but I pulled out a pair of needle nose pliers and started pinching the sharp edge of the can. The whole time I'm talking to her and telling her she's going to be okay. The woman (I know her and her family, but it took a bit before she realized who I was) brought out her phone and a pair of garden shears (good lord). I tried to call mom and have her bring some heavy-duty scissors, but couldn't get her. So I decided I was just going to have to figure it out, so I sat down and kept using to pliers. The cat started struggling and I tugged on the can (I'd gotten an ear free by this point) and it popped off. I was rewarded with the cat twisting in my arms to claw my face, and then she took off like a shot. Very little damage done to me and I don't think she's hurt bad either.

Looked inside the can...the woman hadn't rinsed it out and just put it out in the garbage...either the cat ripped into the bag or the bag wasn't closed right.

<------ The TVM is going on vacation!

Cats were once worshiped in Egypt. They have never forgotten this.

"They ask me what I'd like written about me when I'm gone. I hope they write I made Penn State a better place, not just that I was a good football coach." -- Joe Paterno

My girls are good.The weather is great and their tent is up.My oldest likes to sit on the patio and play his video gamesSo, he puts them in the tent and they just soak up the warm.I have an old sheet over half the tent so they get a bunch of shadeAnd the tent is make of mesh.

Rascal doesn't do the tent at allBut she's good at taking Kitty Naps in the bedrooms.

Calma: I saw a picture the other day that made me think of you and your "kids." It was a picture of one of those cat tents and a long mesh tunnel from the house to the tent, crossing the deck and half the yard to under a big tree. I thought, Calma's girls would so go for that!

<------ The TVM is going on vacation!

Cats were once worshiped in Egypt. They have never forgotten this.

"They ask me what I'd like written about me when I'm gone. I hope they write I made Penn State a better place, not just that I was a good football coach." -- Joe Paterno

All I have to say is: "Pawsha tent...." And she runs right for the zippered door and into the tent.Pawkah, on the other hand, likes to take her time getting there.We've nicknamed her "Pawk-De-Leon" because she has to explore everything on the way.

Oh My Goodness....There is a sick S.O.B in the next county!S/He is killing kitties! I hope they catch the S.O.B. and give whoever the what for double time!There is a special place in hell for someone who harms an innocent animal.

We took Licorice for a rabies shot Saturday. It's telling that it takes Rob and I both to figure out how to do it. I can get the other two by myself, but Lickers is all muscle and claw...rather like Okun was...of course, broke my heart, y'know? He didn't cry like Pharaoh does, though, he just went to my feet and pouted the whole way home.

<------ The TVM is going on vacation!

Cats were once worshiped in Egypt. They have never forgotten this.

"They ask me what I'd like written about me when I'm gone. I hope they write I made Penn State a better place, not just that I was a good football coach." -- Joe Paterno

Figgs has taken to sitting in the bathroom and yowling. I don't know why he prefers the bathroom, I guess he likes the echo or something. Anyway, it's annoying, so I usually shut the door so he can't get in.

Yesterday I had to leave around one, and since I'm not sure if the lady upstairs can hear his caterwauling (great word that---perfectly describes it) I wanted to make sure the bathroom door was closed. So I ran back inside, but I didn't quite close the door that leads from my apartment to the outside hallway. After making sure the bathroom door was closed, I left without taking a head count of cats.

That night when I got home I was late, so I immediately opened cat food to give the brats their dinner. They all came running into the kitchen. Except Nim.

I went looking for her, but couldn't find her anywhere. She wasn't under anything, or on top of anyplace I looked. Then I started to worry that she had slipped out into the hallway when I had left earlier, so I took a flashlight and went looking out there. Both the boiler room and laundry room are accessible from the hallway, and I was looking under and and behind every possible place she might have gotten into. No luck.

THEN I began to worry that she might have ran outside when someone came in. When I thought she might be lost outside in the rain and the dark, I started to cry. I was going to go out and look for her though, as fruitless as that might have been, but I decided to give the apartment one more good going over-----and there she was! I didn't find her so much as she decided to come out of her hiding place. I use the small, spare bedroom for storage, and I have metal shelving in there where I stack plastic boxes. She had somehow managed to get to the very top shelf, and was behind one of the boxes.

I was so relieved, I just hugged and petted her. She just looked at me as if to say: "I was just having a nap. What's the big deal?"

So that was my Halloween scare. And if I ever leave then have to go back into my apartment for ANYTHING I WILL NOT leave the door open. And I will count noses before I go.